I wonder what you're doing In the night out there Is a sad summer breath tangled in your hair Can you hear the lonely engines Screaming through the town
i wanna be a freak cuz at night i tuck em in, tuck em in, tuck em in. Girl i'm feelin real horny tonight. Yeah i'm feelin kinda horny, i can't hear you
give your love, my friend Unto a foolish heart, unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart, unto a foolish heart Unto a foolish heart, unto a foolish heart
ate the wild fruit there Fell asleep until the moonlight woke me And I could taste your hair Isn't everybody dreaming? Then the voice I hear is real
in the meantime, call me William H. though On the platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin' Throwin' it up like liquor on an empty stomach Y'all don't hear
Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story? Saturday night, was at this real wild party They had the liquor overflowin' the cup About 5, 6 strippers tryin
Any day, you'll be gone, oh yeah Any day, you'll be gone Any day now I will hear you say, "Goodbye my love" Then you'll be on your way Then my wild beautiful
My heart wouldn't let me learn From um, some, dumb woman, was I, And everytime he'd lie, he would cry and inside I'd die. My heart must have died a
to me's a card game Beef is just a style of cow I'm who make the call So don't make me get to dialin' out Nick got that "cannon", yeah that nigga be Wild
P Should've put him in his coffin now go seek 'em and found pow pow Put him in the river now nigga who wild wild What incredible style that's what you
'em know now Take it to the streets and let the pump, pump go pow Take my style, let me show you how I go wild Now you playin' with a fully grown man
look out. We in the muthafucka house. We in here now. It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get wild. Niggas lookin' foul
' fluid Shit, I'm goin' through it, mom dukes too Tears streamin' down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin' too wild I need to
It started as a dream Now its all about the cream You can call me the machine Call me the machine Gon call me the machine Call me the machine Yea call
Christians over they head smoking halo (Beeyaa!) Call me play-do, I philosophy By the brick, then divided them from my guys (Zaccka) Then I called
Verse One: Common Nearest to the go gothic, a cash flow prophet Methods of gettin scratch and talkin slick I've adopted Palms in the lock with stunts whose hearts
Do what they love most of all We are the best at rhythm and laughter That's why we love carnival All birds we can sing to Sun and beaches they call
? What you gonna do? Heaven may come and heaven may call but I won't be there Heaven may come and heaven may call but I won't be there Heaven may come and heaven may call